Much Ado About Nothing - Act 2

LEONATA Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?

LEONATA Are these things spoken, or do I but dream?

Lady, they are spoken, these things true.

DON PEDRO Why, then, are you no maiden.—Leonata, I am sorry you must hear. Upon mine honor, Myself, my brother, and this grievèd count Did see her, hear her, at that hour last night Talk with a ruffian at her chamber window, Who hath indeed, most like a liberal villain, Confessed the vile encounters they have had A thousand times in secret.

Fie, fie, they are not to be named, my lord, Not to be spoke of! There is not chastity enough in language, Without offense, to utter them.—Thus, pretty lady, I am sorry for thy much misgovernment.

BEATRICE Why, how now, cousin, wherefore sink you down?

Come, let us go. These things, come thus to light, Smother her spirits up.

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